Mad weekend

We had a very busy weekend again, starting on Friday with me frantically trying to finish some work as we were out at a gig Friday night. I got the invoice sent off and into the system anyway, because I’d been pulled off the job I wanted to finish to have a look at something that apparently couldn’t wait a day longer. But I did that too.

Friday night was a great evening with the band, the poet, the sound, the crowd, everything on form. We saw friends we hadn’t seen in a while and, apparently, the pub was the busiest it’s been on a Friday night in a few weeks, so that was nice.

We didn’t get to bed until 3am, though, so had a very lazy start to Saturday. Then when we got up we had to do shopping, we ran a few errands, and we went to do the Doncaster visit. Saturday evening was another gig, a private party this time, so it finished a lot sooner.

On Sunday, after another relatively late start, we headed off to Birmingham and after a couple of hours with my parents we headed back via Kingsbury Water Park near Coleshill (pronounced Coze-‘ill), where we enjoyed another couple of hours in glorious sunshine. We had some proper time off too, and didn’t even take any photographs. Just enjoyed the walk, the scenery, the weather, the fresh air, and the steam exhibition that was going on.

Yesterday was mostly spent finishing that work I invoiced for on Friday and I wouldn’t allow myself to do anything else until that was done. It’s done now, and it’s back to other work today.

So far today I’ve done this blog, but I also want to do the diary and, before noon, write the walks report and get that submitted. Then I have a novel to look at (author’s revisions), a non fiction to proofread and another to start editing.

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All gone by in a whirl …

Oh, it’s been a busy few weeks here in Baggins Bottom.

First of all we had the publication of Horror 101, an anthology of advice for writers. Hot on the heels of that news came the suggestion that it may become a paperback in the future too, it’s done so well already.

Also during that week I had to empty my house pretty sharpish as I had a tenant waiting to move in … and then I had another tenant snapping at the door … and then another … Many of the evenings were spent packing boxes and dismantling furniture. On Saturday the poet’s eldest came to help us move the furniture and that took out the entire day.

I also had several errands to run: to collect my will, because the solicitor it was with doesn’t do wills any more; to get a copy of my decree absolute from Rotherham County Court, because after packing down the house I couldn’t find my original; to tax my car; to get the flea treatments for all 3 pets for the next 3 months; to bank the first of the rent money; and to have the car washed.

On the Friday night the poet’s son joined us for a gig in Doncaster.

We were supposed to be going camping and had tested one tent only to find it was leaking. Very badly. So we went and got another, took the old tent down, and pitched the new tent to test that. It didn’t leak, but we didn’t go camping because, in the end, the poet wasn’t very well. Instead we spent the past few days rearranging what furniture of mine we’re keeping with what furniture of his we’re keeping so it all melds together nicely.

And it does. The house is lovely now. I’m surrounded by many of my own things, which are now our things, but we do have a garage of boxes to go through, and we still have the loft to empty at the other house.

We finally made it out for an afternoon yesterday, fishing. Well, the poet fished; I sat in the shade getting lots of fresh air and doing absolutely nothing.

Hopefully, the next weekend where we have neither gigs to attend nor visits booked in, we’ll try the camping again … at the moment that looks like the end of June …

Today, then, and yesterday evening, we both updated the gig list. I have an email to send to an author with responses to some of his questions. And I have a new non-fiction to start editing.

Here are some of our fishing photographs to keep you entertained:

Mute Swans. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swans. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan nicking pellets. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan nicking pellets. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
I had such a busy day ... (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
I had such a busy day … (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
But he did catch a few ... (Picture: Diane Parkin)
But he did catch a few … (Picture: Diane Parkin)

What weekends were made for

Diane and Lord Rufus on Langsett. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Diane and Lord Rufus on Langsett. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

I never get sick of saying this, but what a great weekend – again.

Friday evening we stayed in and chilled in front of a football (soccer) match on telly. What made it even more special was that our team – England – actually won. I can’t remember the last time I watched a football game on telly and “my” team won. I’m usually banned from watching because I’m usually such a jinx.

Saturday was a lazy day. We walked the dog – um, to Tesco and back – and we did some shopping, then we made a home-made lasagne for tea. Well, the poet made it. He had a gig, which we headed over to, and we thought it was going to be quite a quiet one …

… until a drunk got up on stage to dance, fell over, taking the bass player’s microphone with him, then climbed up said bass player to get back on his feet … Bass player apparently didn’t drop a note …

… then a chap on crutches got up to dance to Sit Down by James …

… then a, erm, well-endowed lady started doing this erotic dancing, lifted her frock and then flashed her paps and her dental floss …

The poor (yeah, right) poet had to cover his eyes with one hand and carry on playing with the other. It was very funny. I wish we could have got a picture – of him covering his eyes rather than the well-endowed lady …

The best thing about Saturday was that I didn’t just squeeze into an old favourite pair of jeans, but they were comfortable enough for me to wear that night. And I could get both hands in both pockets too.  That made me very happy. And smug. I’ve not been able to get into these jeans for 2 years or more and even 2 weeks ago they were still only getting as far as halfway up my thighs.

I also tried on a very tight pair of WHITE jeans, that also fit but weren’t as comfortable. I thought those were a UK size 10, but both pairs are UK size 12 – one pair is rigid, the white pair is stretchy. I have another pair of white jeans I’d like to fit into next. Those are definitely a UK size 10 but are also rigid. But my next target is a favourite  pair of shorts … and then we’ll have to go somewhere I can wear them … somewhere warm.  😉

Sunday was another lazy day and the poet walked the dog … erm, to the Co-op and back.

We tried to set up my Sky via the modem so we could watch On Demand, but because I don’t have the full subscription, I can’t access the full range of products. I think this is a bit of a con because Sky do advertise that all you need is a modem and broadband and you can watch so much more. I could hardly watch anything more and would have to pay an additional £6 a month just to see boxed sets. As the poet already has all of that at his, we decided it wasn’t worth the extra and changed our minds.

I’ve managed to save £5 a month on my phone bill for 12 months this weekend, and I’ll be cancelling my LoveFilm membership and so saving a further £5 a month. I don’t then need to be paying out another £6 a month or those recent savings will be cancelled out.

Then we tried to set up my laptop so that I can have a bigger monitor (the telly upstairs), but I don’t have the right cables. I’m sure it’s the laptop that’s making my neck ache when I’m working, so that’s a job we need to do in the near future, I think.

At teatime we headed off to another gig that we had no preconceptions about (and the favourite jeans came out with us again), and we had a great time watching and dancing to a very good blues band. When we got home we “ligged” (as they say in Barnsley) on the settee in front of a film.

This really is what weekends were made for.

This week I’m down to 4 days again, with a trip to Birmingham on Thursday. I was going to crack on with a historical fiction edit, but I’ve decided to do a shorter book so I can invoice for it today. I’m on a 14 day settlement and invoices raised before today will meet most of my bills on the 28th of the month.

I need to create a sample edit with tracked changes in Word for potential clients who want to see an example of what I do. But I need to update myself with the latest Word as well so that I can work a little quicker instead of having to stop and look up the latest changes and/or functions all the time.

The poet is also revamping my job board profile and is, I think, setting me up with a Linkedin account. I don’t have time to do anything like that at the moment, while I’m frantically working and getting the work in, so as it’s what he does … Well, it’s a no-brainer. He’s doing a fantastic job, but I think he’s enjoying it too.

Right, well, I think that’s enough for one post – especially when I’m being monitored(!). I’d best crack on with that work.

Today’s picture was taken up on Langsett back in August.